"Welcome home." Gia Campbell stood stoically by while the big Greek bodyguard deposited her fiancé's bags just inside the door of the guest house. She gave him a single nod of dismissal when it seemed as though he would volunteer to unpack the bags' contents. "You can go," she informed the man.
As soon as the front door closed behind the hulking bodyguard, Gia launched herself into Nikolas' strong arms. "About time," she grumbled half-heartedly.
Nikolas wasn't sure if her complaint referred to the bodyguard's departure from the room or Nikolas' return from Paris. He was disinclined to give it further thought once Gia pulled his mouth down to meet his own.
"You're overdressed," Gia murmured into Nikolas' mouth. Her nimble fingers undid his leather belt and unzipped his sharply creased black trousers - stopping several times to massage the rapidly growing hardness encased within his fine silk boxers.
Gia did not wait for Nikolas to finish pulling his cream-colored turtleneck sweater over his head before she tugged his pants and underwear down past his knees. "Look what I found," she breathed.
Nikolas' knees buckled slightly as the unexpected feel of Gia's mouth closing around his erection sent shockwaves up and down his spine. "Gia..." Her name came from his mouth in a strangled moan. Helplessly he buried his fingers into her dark curls as she masterfully adored him with her tongue. The young prince's hips pumped as he thrust in and out of his fiancée's willing mouth. His breath caught as Gia reached out and began to gently massage his tender sacs. With each passing second Nikolas found himself careening closer and closer to the brink of explosion.
"Uh-uh." Gia ceased her actions, leaving Nikolas in shock. "Not like that," she taunted him as she rose from her knees. "I will be waiting for you in the bedroom."
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Nikolas glanced over and smiled with male satisfaction. His fiancée Gia Campbell lay sprawled upon her back, still panting with the effort to catch her breath. "I was supposed to be in charge," she managed to complain. "You play dirty."
"I am a Cassadine," Nikolas replied. He wearily rolled over and stared down into Gia's eyes. The playfully passionate mood of only moments earlier was replaced by one far more intense. "Why did you greet me as you did?" Nikolas demanded quietly.
"If you are complaining, I will remember not to do that again." Gia attempted to sidestep her fiancé's query with humor.
A lengthy silence ensued, and Gia knew that Nikolas would not allow her escape. "Maybe," she did not quite meet his eyes, "after being in Paris with her, I thought you needed a reminder of who you belonged to."
Nikolas forced Gia to meet his gaze. "And perhaps," he countered, "I made love to you as I did because I knew that you needed reassurance of the same."